A Guy With Some Land

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Over a decade ago, when I bought this land, I did it with the intention of building an amazing life.

I had always wanted to try homesteading. The idea of living off the land — growing my own food, preserving it, becoming stronger and healthier by living the way I truly felt people were meant to live — was a powerful pull for me. It wasn’t just a hobby or a dream. It was the life I imagined myself living.

Fast forward ten years, and I realized that dream wasn’t happening.

I wasn’t living while I worked. I was working just to live.

I had built a career that gave me the financial means to buy this land, but it wasn’t conducive to the life I actually wanted. My days — all seven of them, every week — were consumed by endless phone calls, text messages, emails, and constant availability. I couldn’t see it at the time because I was inside it.

My friends and family could see I was struggling. They tried to help me see it, but I couldn’t. I was operating under an unconscious belief that I was meant to sacrifice my life so others could live theirs. I learned that lesson early — as a very small child — when I was given the role of being there for my family at any cost.

I know this journey isn’t unique. Many people live this way. Many people never question it.

But everything changed on one pivotal day.

I needed support, and the people around me didn’t show up in the way I thought they should. At first, I was angry. I wanted to lash out. To tell them they sucked. To scream, rage, throw things — to f***ing explode.

Thankfully, I had just enough emotional intelligence — earned through years of corporate trainings I never thought would matter — to pause and look deeper.

What I realized stopped me cold.

I had created my own situation.

I never set boundaries. I never taught the people in my life how to show up for me. I had trained everyone — including myself — to believe I would always carry everything alone.

In that moment, something shifted. I saw my life clearly for the first time. And once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it. I couldn’t put the genie back in the bottle.

If I wanted to be truly happy, I had to live the life I originally set out to live.

A life with time for family.
A life where I plant gardens, build compost bins, harvest the food I want to eat, and preserve what I can’t for another season.
A life that honors slowness, intention, and presence.

My soul has been calling me back to this life for a long time. And I finally realized something simple and unavoidable:

I have to answer it.

This moment — right here — is when A Guy With Some Land was born.

If my story resonates with you, you're welcome here.